What American Horror Story Has Taught Me — Part 2
This week, American Horror Story has once again warned me about the Down Syndrome Menace. I now know to never, ever let one spit in my cupcake because I’ll get serious diarrhea if I do and will be unable to commit any and all brutal murders I may have planned. It’s not that I want to commit a brutal murder but, if I had pretty much committed myself to doing so, I sure as hell wouldn’t want to have a sudden case of Down Syndrome Diarrhea* put a stop to all that. So thanks again, American Horror Story, for teaching me to hate and fear the victims of Down Syndrome or, as I now know them, soulless machines of evil who use their satanic powers to flood your intestines with water.
